Without saying where I am, we’ve had a bit of snow. And because I am an eternal child, I decided to have fun with it, then blog about it. After all, it’s The Year of Chaotic Creation! Why not make a tiny snowman decorated with some pebble dash that fell off the house and a couple of tiny leaves?
He’s so hecking cute.
I can’t be bothered to cross-post the mini reviews I did for the two books I’ve read and the movie I’ve seen, so here are my Goodreads page and my Rotten Tomatoes page. I’ll add both of them to my signature as well because then I won’t have to re-post them. (I’m also not going to bother with a related post any more because WordPress does that automatically and it just makes a new comment for me to moderate.)
Complete change of topic: snow rooster!
And here he is with his inspiration, Chubby Chicken.
And having made a snow cock (hehe), how could I not make sniddies (snow tiddies)?
I turn thirty this year. I am full of maturity.
And now I’ll round up this ridiculous post with something wholesome: kitty pawprints in the snow.
Stay warm, stay safe, stay inside, wear a mask, wash your hands!
This week, I’m doing something a little different. All my reviews up until now have been books I’ve never read before. Today, though? In honour of a presentation I have to do at university on a book I chose, I’m going to be jumping into the way-back machine and talking about a book I first read several years ago: “Storm Front” by Jim Butcher.
Last week, it got to Saturday and I realised with a sudden burst of horror that I hadn’t read a book this week. So naturally, I grabbed something from my bookshelf that had been hanging around unread for an age because it was fairly short, and read it within a day (accidentally staying up until three in the morning!).
And that’s how I came to read “The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon” by Stephen King.
My uni classmates and I have what I shall call “differing opinions” on literature, and this week’s review – or rather, first impressions – is no exception. Why a first impressions? Because “Blood Meridian” is the first book for the course that I’ve failed to finish reading.
A few weeks ago, I was on my way home from uni and realised I didn’t have a book. When I nipped into a second-hand book shop, I saw a book by Sarah Waters, and I remembered that the Amazon page for “Leda Grey” says that book is suitable for fans of Waters. So why not go the other way around, I thought?
Wow. That was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, because it ended with me reading “Tipping the Velvet”.